Beautiful

The fur that covered each part of the paw gave me great joy. I had to touch and feel the softness only to be met with that paw hitting the top of my hand lightly, warning me not to touch. I could not help squealing with joy. My heart, body, and soul felt such euphoria from seeing this sight. I decided to rub on the gentle fur. Such warmth on the palm of my hand. It felt therapeutic to me. There was nothing in the world that could make me feel as much bliss as this very moment. The sight of such precious innocence. Playful, cute, sweet, energetic ball of fur. I sat on my couch and the beauty jumped onto me, resting on my lap. The peace I felt inside as I looked at the sleepy eyes. A little chin laying itself on my right thigh. Curled up paws. Wrapped up tail. Gentle breaths. White beautiful fur with hints of brown and black here and there. The living, breathing description of beauty.

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